Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 930 Level (Part 2)

Under the rule of the military government, soldiers held supreme status and absolute authority. As one of the best in the national defense forces, and with his experience studying in the world's most powerful country, Badullah possessed an even greater sense of pride than others.

He could be bossed around by officials from China and act as their driver and guide, but he could not tolerate being looked down upon by these ragged "bandits" from his own country.

Yes, in the eyes of their elite 2nd Mobile Division, the armed groups of the autonomous region were just bandits carrying guns, without organization or discipline, and not even worthy of the title of soldiers.

"Bastard thing!"

Badulla was furious. He had dared to point a gun at the head of the special police unit in Yangon, so he couldn't stand being treated like this by a lowly border soldier.

He had just drawn his pistol from his waist when he was stopped by the deputy director of the intelligence bureau standing to the side. Lin Hua shook his head without explaining, but just looked at the other party sternly.

Badura calmed down instantly.

He could do whatever he wanted in Yangon, and boldly speaking, he could even run rampant in the Dalalin Autonomous Region, but he had to abide by one condition: he couldn't violate the ceasefire agreement.

No matter how capable, elite, or arrogant he was, he was still just a company commander. He wouldn't dare to overstep the bounds of such a high-level political relationship involving the civil war, even if he had a hundred lives.

But Badulla and Lin Hua's forbearance made the drunken deputy company commander Dalalin even more smug, believing that these Burmese officials were truly afraid of him.

The deputy company commander, head held high, walked around the pickup truck and came to a black SUV.

He glanced at the license plate and grinned maliciously: "Oh, a Chinese car? Are there Chinese people sitting inside? Get out, all of you. I suspect you're hiding contraband in your car, let's check!" As he spoke, he walked to the driver's side and smugly knocked on the window.

As the car window slowly slid down, a handsome face was revealed inside.

Upon seeing her, the deputy platoon leader leered and said, "Oh, this little wench is quite pretty. Come down here, come down here, and have a few drinks with me inside later. You guys over there, get down here!"

Contrary to expectations, the Chinese people in the car did not surrender obediently as the deputy company commander had encountered in the past. Instead, they looked at him as if he were a fool.

That look made the deputy company commander feel extremely uncomfortable.

He decided to teach these Chinese a lesson and shouted, "Listen up, all of you, get off the bus! Get off right now!" He said the last sentence in Mandarin, which he used when setting up roadblocks to collect money, and he spoke it quite fluently.

The woman in the driver's seat ignored his orders and turned to speak to a man in the passenger seat in Mandarin. The man listened while slowly turning his gaze toward the deputy company commander.

When the man looked up, the cold light in his eyes sent a chill down the deputy company commander's spine. His gaze swept across the man's face slowly, not quickly, but with an immense sense of oppression.

It wasn't anger after being provoked; the accurate description is indifference towards everything after becoming accustomed to life and death.

This feeling is somewhat similar to that of the deputy company commander of Dalalin back then, standing among a crowd of officers, facing General Angsorin, who had fought his way up from the bottom with real swords and spears, risking hundreds of lives to carve out his own territory.

Tonight, for the first time, he felt like a clown.

This fleeting thought acted like a catalyst, suddenly igniting the drunken deputy company commander's anger and embarrassment. Just then, an untimely sound came from not far away.

"This is a convoy from China, a joint law enforcement team formed by our two countries. Your reckless actions are jeopardizing normal diplomatic relations between our two nations," Lin Hua, standing not far away, advised one last time, hoping to avoid escalating the situation. Lin Hua's intentions were good, but the result was quite the opposite. To the drunken deputy company commander, his words sounded more like a challenge and a questioning of his authority.

The deputy company commander spat on the ground and said viciously, "In Dalalin, what comes out of my mouth is diplomacy! I can investigate whenever I want! What kind of bullshit joint law enforcement team is this? Never heard of it! Who knows if they're foreign spies or mules transporting goods in northern Myanmar?"

He pointed at the black SUV parked in front of him and shouted, "Men! Arrest them all! Examine them thoroughly!"

Under the deputy company commander's orders, the Dalalin soldiers who were originally standing behind the barricades completely ignored the heavy machine guns on the pickup trucks and the National Defense Army soldiers on the vehicles. They crossed the barricades in rows and surrounded the off-road vehicles with their guns at the ready.

boom.

The rear door of the SUV was opened.

A man got out of the car and walked straight to the deputy company commander. He pointed to the obstacle with a horizontal bar in the middle of the road not far away, and his meaning was clear: he wanted the other party to move it.

"What the hell are you all standing there for? Arrest him!" The deputy company commander was stunned at first, then became furious, pointed at the man in front of him, and ordered the Dalalin soldiers behind him.

The veteran standing not far behind the man reacted the fastest, crouching low as he rushed toward the man, quickly closing the distance: five meters, three meters, one meter.
Just as the veteran's hands were about to touch the man's coat, the man moved, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, and his counterattack was precise and swift.

In the veteran's view, it was only a moment, after the world spun around, that his head made intimate contact with Mother Earth.

"Forehead!"

The veteran let out a short, painful groan. All his strength seemed to vanish like a punctured balloon, leaving him unable to move on the ground, his mind blank.

A group of people nearby were also stunned at the scene.

Such a clean and efficient capture of the enemy attacking from behind is something you only see in movies. These soldiers in the mountain valleys, who only collect tolls from the vulnerable, have never seen anything like it.

The man slowly got up. His breathing did not become rapid because of the sudden attack, and his face was calm. He glanced at the old soldier who was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, and then turned his gaze to the deputy company commander standing opposite him.

"Move the roadblocks away."

The man's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. He spoke fluent and clear Mandarin, and even though the people present couldn't understand his words, the meaning he conveyed was extremely clear.

At this moment, a woman wearing a Chinese police training uniform got out of the black SUV. She ran quickly to the man's side, stood still, and shouted in Burmese in a clear and loud voice.

"The officer orders you to remove the roadblocks immediately!"

As the woman finished translating, the man, who had been standing with his back straight, slowly swept his cold gaze over the Dalalin soldiers who were holding rifles.

The soldiers whose gaze swept over them all felt a chill in their hearts and subconsciously lowered their guns slightly. Some of the new recruits even moved their fingers away from the triggers.

The team seemed to be taking a half-step back.